I've only gone and spotted a banger wedged in someone else's sofa, you know! Bit of a pickle, really.Now, I'm thinking, should I cautiously maneuver the sofa cushions to liberate the sausage? But hey, it ain't my sofa!Blimey, what's gotten into me? Maybe I should've just left well enough alone, you know, respected my mate's … Continue reading I spied a sausage →